Il nostro mare quotidiano è innanzitutto un gratuito, sempre nuovo, piacere sensoriale.
Nelle scorse settimane Raffaele La Capria ha ripreso sulle pagine del Corriere della Sera the discourse on swimming very dear to him, developed into the most beautiful and evocative essays narrative pages. He did it again, starting from his own experience, now eighty, showing how to swim "away from the stares of people crowding the beaches ... You can reopen dialogue with the sea, which over time turns out to me every year different. "
I think that swimming is not just a sport, but like the journey is a learning experience. Each time, swimming and walking renew ancestral sensory experiences, we take trips to ancient lands and waters, remain unknown.
to swim, we along with rhythm, cadence, swim the stretch of sea that separates the two coasts, properties in water in the morning. For a few minutes of our progress is our track and trail joins the banks. A thread that the first evanescent breeze dissipate. We can go up and down the waves, raised by a meridian sirocco wind and feel the joy of surfing naked body. It is difficult to climb on the crest of the waves, on the contrary, rejoices when we are driven by them. The steep wave and makes it hard for short stroke and breathing, rather than of going there is a feeling of resistance. In the wake soft and long, what happens to the storm, there remains the difficulty of the climb, but instead is pleased to advance through benevolent waves. The body in the water, shaken by the waves, it becomes a fragile boat, propelled by oars often insufficient to counteract the force navy.
There is a swim before work, when the cool air of dawn makes it more warm water, or what Defat and refreshes, without the warm glow of the sunset. You can swim in complete solitude or search for a harmonious tune with a friend or lover. Affinity can not swim that underlie friendships or love affairs, able to withstand the weather of the year.
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